Chapter 85 The House Help Twenty

As Sarah stared out the window of her, watching as the raindrops trickled down the glass, She felt a knot of sadness in her chest, a deep ache that wouldn't go away. She had lost her husband, her home, and her sense of identity all at once. She felt adrift, without any sense of purpose or direction. It had been two months since her divorce from John, and she still couldn't believe how quickly her life had unraveled. Her phone rang, jarring her out of her thoughts. Sarah sighed as she picked up the phone. It was her mother. She had been calling every day since the divorce, checking on her to make sure she was okay.